"You know, I've sliced about your brother--twice. And now your sister....so what've you got for me? I gotta have something every day and you're up. It's your turn to provide some inspiration." I looked across the room at my youngest.
He looked up from his book. "Do I have to have something now? It's almost bedtime."
"No," I replied, "but you better start thinking. This challenge doesn't end til the end of March."
Talk about pressure! My youngest is the type of kid that will take this sort of thing seriously, and he hasn't disappointed me yet. Right now (yep, this very minute) he's eating a snack and thinking. From time to time he calls out from the kitchen.
"What have I accomplished?" (thoughtful silence) "Well, I won 87 consecutive basketball games on Wii but then I lost."
"You could write that I really like these--these are really good (the new Cinnamon Burst Cheerios--they really are delicious)"
"Just don't worry...I'll come up with something before bed."
"I didn't really do anything out of the ordinary today."
Now he's sitting beside me:
"Mom--you really just typed all that?"
"Really? This is what you've come up with?"
And it is...this is all we've got tonight. I guess the pressure was just too much this time.